a Japanese family moved to Minneapolis for the father to spend a semester as a visiting professor at the university. After several weeks in an apart-ment, alone all day with her 2- and 4-year-old daughters, the mother enrolled them in a neighborhood infant-toddler program. Although the girls spoke no English, they enjoyed playing when they visited with their mother. After a few visits, the mother decided to leave them. They had never been away from her before. Together, they ran to the big glass door of the church, sobbing and looking down the sidewalk where their mother had disappeared. The 4-year-old kept repeating some words in Japanese. The director looked them up in a phonetic dictionary: "My mother is dead! My mother is dead!" What do you feel for these two little girls who are separated from their mother for the first time and left with people who do not understand their language